Call it


Call it illness
Call it madness
Call it selfishness
But this house
Doesn't live without me
Inside it.

No house does
No house can live
Without a human within

The walls are just walls
Hard, naked and cold

Only the fire in a stove
The fire in the eye
The fire in a heart
And its warm light
Can make, give and
Create l i f e.

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